writing seems to be much like a bottle of ketchup. i shake it and shake it and nothing happens, and then all of a sudden half the bottle lands on my plate.
i don’t get it. for 2 years in a row i have managed to write 50.000+ words in 30 days – and basically nothing in between. it’s not that i do not want to, i do. it’s just that somehow words elude me december-october.
it is a puzzle.